[Intro: Cam'ron & Girl]
Oh this is my *beep*
The reason that we here, shut the *beep* up man
The reason that we here, *beep* you can't sing
You shut the *beep* up, what can you do?
We been ridin' in this car for 5 hours
What you gonna do?
I ain't doing *beep*, I'm gon' ride this car
But I'ma tell you a story though, let me you somethin'...
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie
I couldn't break dance y'all, or electric boogie
I was obsessed with Cookie, I wanna sex her cookie
She said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies
I gave Cookie nuggies, with the girls, got known
This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes
Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes
Fuck Lee's and shell toes, these KangaROOS are Velcro
(Know I kept a little two dollars in the zipper part, right there)
Timberland moccasins, dimes in them penny loafers
A-train, one bus, sure I had plenty chauffeurs
Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, hostess
Not golf but like golf, he had plenty gophers
Can't get paid on an earth this big?
You worthless kid, Cam don't deserve to live
Back then I played for Gauchos, went over the Riverside
Young life, turned left, we back over the riverside
Blood played for Stone Gym
That's when I told him and Jim
We ain't balling for real, where's the stone gems?
Where's the chrome rims?
That's when you changing lanes
Here we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain
Change the game, and not naming names
But 'caine fame's like Dana Dane's (cocaine)
Rolex for lifers, the TEC kept us righteous
'Cause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and prices
I had to hustle harder, move up my muscle merger
Seen New Jack City, cop me a couple Carters
And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father
Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure
I'm just merely an author, but I'm purely a baller
Every Friday, 'cross the street, and I creep with Ms. Parker
Oh this is my *beep*
The reason that we here, shut the *beep* up man
The reason that we here, *beep* you can't sing
You shut the *beep* up, what can you do?
We been ridin' in this car for 5 hours
What you gonna do?
I ain't doing *beep*, I'm gon' ride this car
But I'ma tell you a story though, let me you somethin'...
[Verse 1: Cam'ron]
Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie
I couldn't break dance y'all, or electric boogie
I was obsessed with Cookie, I wanna sex her cookie
She said forget her nookie, wipe my nose, go get them boogies
I gave Cookie nuggies, with the girls, got known
This my two brim hat, call me Sherlock Holmes
Whole world got blown, so I tell hoes
Fuck Lee's and shell toes, these KangaROOS are Velcro
(Know I kept a little two dollars in the zipper part, right there)
Timberland moccasins, dimes in them penny loafers
A-train, one bus, sure I had plenty chauffeurs
Uncle, plenty holsters, dolgers, soldiers, hostess
Not golf but like golf, he had plenty gophers
Can't get paid on an earth this big?
You worthless kid, Cam don't deserve to live
Back then I played for Gauchos, went over the Riverside
Young life, turned left, we back over the riverside
Blood played for Stone Gym
That's when I told him and Jim
We ain't balling for real, where's the stone gems?
Where's the chrome rims?
That's when you changing lanes
Here we change your lane, we'll gain a sprain
Change the game, and not naming names
But 'caine fame's like Dana Dane's (cocaine)
Rolex for lifers, the TEC kept us righteous
'Cause yes expect the crisis, when it's connects and prices
I had to hustle harder, move up my muscle merger
Seen New Jack City, cop me a couple Carters
And that's word to my father, send a bird to my father
Dove love, R.I.P. on his early departure
I'm just merely an author, but I'm purely a baller
Every Friday, 'cross the street, and I creep with Ms. Parker
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